night. It's not going to take long to go from all hearts and flowers to messy break up and, in the meantime, I have to endure my life being all fractured. Just to end up alone again. I might as well skip it all and stay in the same place."
"That's for sure. I'll drink to that."
I raised my glass and Carlie grinned.
"Still, you'd get some sex. Don't you ever wonder what he'd be like in the sack?" She looked up and her face reddened. "Oh shit."
I didn't need to turn around. I knew she was looking at Razer. And he’d heard her speculating on his sexual prowess.
I could feel him standing behind me.
"Not so close, dude."
He just laughed. Even though I really meant it. He ordered another drink then sat himself down on the stool beside me.
"So, Vi, what about this gig?"
"Dude, it was only a couple of hours ago, give me a break. You'll get your gig. And don't ever call me Vi again. And also, don't wake me up when I'm napping."
Carlie handed him his beer. "Violet looks great tonight, doesn't she?" she said with a wink.
"I don't look great. You know what I look? Tired is what I look. Because I got woken up from my nap today."
"You sure wake up cranky too, even if you do look cute."
I don't know why this kept coming back to my looks. Sleep doesn't care what you look like. Sleep loves you unconditionally. If I looked great or I looked like shit, sleep would still embrace me. Even thinking about sleep made me sleepier.
Razer rubbed my shoulder but I slugged his hand off.
"Don't even try it. This is your fault."
Both he and Carlie laughed. I wasn't kidding though. I was dog tired and could barely stay awake. I was supposed to stick around to deal with the bands and help close up though. Maybe I could sneak off to my office and have a quick kip. Carlie could wake me for close up.
"Is Chuck coming in tonight?" I asked Carlie.
"Not that I know of. Why? Did you want to see him?"
Down the other end of the bar, some guy tapped coins impatiently against the bar. Carlie gave him a sneer then turned back to me.
"If someone was to say sneak off to their office for a little while, it's not like he'd notice... Someone who had their sleep disturbed earlier today by feral rockers..."
Carlie grinned.
"I'll give you a warning if he turns up but you should be clear. What time do you want me to wake you?"
"Maybe when the last band goes on. That should give me enough time. If the other bands want their cash, tell them to drop by tomorrow. These chicks and the next band have played here often enough to know the drill. I don't need to babysit them going on."
She grinned. "Sure thing."
"Need some company?" Razer asked. Again with the dimple but dimples are nothing compared to the need for sleep. He could keep his dimples to himself.
"That is exactly what I don't need. I need peace and quiet. You are the enemy of sleep, you have already proven that."
I walked off without looking back. It was stupid that I had to hang around the bar all night and, if the boss didn't like it, screw him. I needed to sleep.
As I tried to get comfortable though, the weird feeling of Razer's hand on my shoulder seemed to haunt me. It had been a surprisingly tender touch, not the kind of thing I'd expected from him. Despite what Carlie said that though, I didn't trust that guy. He had no impulse control.
And this new guy, Alex. The way he'd wrapped me in his arms. It'd been like a dream.
Not that either of them was in the running for my affections.
Chapter 4 VIOLET
I'd just finalised the roster for the next month and was about to post it online when the boss man, Chuck, came into my office.
He sat on the shonky sofa but didn't say anything. That was pretty unusual for Chuck. Normally he talked my ear off in the most annoying way possible. Chuck suffered from a short man complex – and probably a lot of other complexes as well – always acting like he had something to prove but never channelling that into anything productive.
I